Once upon a forgotten time, or perhaps twice but in opposite directions, the quantum whale swam through the murky depths of inter-dimensional soup.
In this no-space realm where everything is absurdly the same, the whale murmurs quantum tuned melodies. Vibrations, or possibly IKEA receipts, dance along the strings of the cosmos like a badly tuned fiddle.
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Calculating Chaos